Hawkins Cheezies and Milk

Crunchy as the January snow.

Salty, like the ocean’s summer breeze.

Cheezy, as a favourite uncle’s jokes.

Messy, like my mud-puddled knees.

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Fresh, as wind-dried cotton sheets.

Smooth, as gulls soaring through the air.

Cold, like swimming in the sea.

Silky, like a favourite teddy bear.

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Crumbly, like sands on a rocky beach.

Crispy as stacks of autumn leaves.

Savory, as the scent of Christmas treats.

Sharp, like icicles hanging from the eaves.

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Sweet like an unexpected meet.

Rich, like warm chocolate in a mug.

Cozy as my bunny-slippered feet.

Welcome, as a satisfying hug.

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Reminders of a favourite snack

In a red and white-lettered plastic sack

What comes to mind, not just the taste

But the fondest memories of the place.